"Peng!"
Four figures collided and separated at the touch of a button.
"The art of puppet control, Tianrong!" A vortex suddenly appeared in the abdomen of Jiang Yu's puppet. The former's handprint changed, and the whole body instantly became illusory and was absorbed into the puppet's body.
"I really didn't expect that a mere assessment would be so troublesome!" At the same time, Jiang Yu's voice came from the puppet.
Xiao Han's eyes flashed, and in his perception, Jiang Yu's aura surged again, reaching the level of the Eight-Star Fighting Saint.
This is already another Eight-Star Fighting Saint strongman besides the ancient races that Xiao Han has encountered, even if it is only temporary.
If other people knew that there were so many top powerhouses outside of the ancient races, I don’t know how many alpacas would roar past in their hearts.
Noticing Xiao Han's daze, Jiang Yu frowned and shouted: "Don't be distracted!"
"Oh!" Xiao Han came to his senses and suddenly threw out the spear in his hand, "Go!"
The puppet middle-aged man immediately fought back Jiang Yu without looking back, and then punched out, and the spear, which was enough to penetrate a mountain range, instantly shattered.
At this moment, Xiao Han's figure suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man, "Gun Liuyu!"
The gun turned into thousands of shadows and aimed directly at the puppet's vital points. At this moment, the middle-aged figure of the puppet disappeared.
Immediately, Xiao Han shrunk and retreated with a spear in front of him.
Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Xiao Han's heart. The next moment, the expressionless figure of the middle-aged man appeared beside the former, and his fist brought a strong wind.
"I've been waiting for you." A strange smile appeared on Xiao Han's handsome face, and the corners of his mouth opened slightly: "Frost mirror image, change shape!"
In the next moment, the fist passed through Xiao Han's body without any hindrance, causing the middle-aged figure of the puppet to stagger.
Jiang Yu, who was in the distance, had excited eyes: "Flaw!"
"Tian Yu Dark Explosion." With a palm shot, a mysterious energy penetrated into the body, a muffled sound came out, and the puppet's body stagnated.
And Xiao Han did not miss this opportunity. His body appeared and shot out with one shot.
"Boom~"
The puppet's body was instantly knocked several feet into the ground, and thick smoke filled the air. The two waved slightly to disperse the smoke.
"Passed the assessment!"
The loud voice echoed in the space, and the puppet that Xiao Han had driven into the ground appeared silently behind the two of them.
Xiao Han and Jiang Yu's hair stood on end and they looked back instantly.
What made the two of them feel a little strange was that the middle-aged puppet's eyes seemed to be a little lively and no longer as rigid as before.
"I am the last sect leader of the Wanpuppet Sect, Tian Wuye!"
Xiao Han only felt that the puppet's voice was full of sadness, "My ancestors of the Wanpuppet Sect, the mainland has suffered drastic changes, and our sect cannot be alone. Ten thousand years of inheritance will be destroyed in one day!"
"The catastrophe has come. Disciple Tian Wuye knows that he is unable to protect the sect, and he is ashamed of his ancestors. In order to protect the inheritance, he has no choice but to transfer the sect's secrets to this secret place, so that those who come after him can discover them."
Immediately his voice changed and became extremely serious: "Comers, I don't care whether you are a descendant of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect or not."
"Of course, since you can hear these words, you have obviously passed the test, and you are destined."
"Qualified to carry forward our sect's heritage."
"If you are a descendant of our sect, you must carry forward the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect so that our sect's name can be passed down for generations and stand erect again in the center of the continent."
Then his tone changed, a little pleading: "If you weren't a disciple of our sect..."
"I don't ask you to rebuild the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, I just want to preserve the inheritance of our sect and continue to pass it on..."
Tian Wuye's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible. And the puppet turned directly into a pile of powder. Perhaps this is the price of being left behind until now.
Only a vortex appeared strangely in front of the two of them.
"What a good method!" Xiao Han couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
The Wanpuppet Sect belongs to the ancient period and has a history of tens of thousands of years. However, this sound is still intact, which is indeed worthy of wonder.
Immediately, Xiao Han noticed something was wrong, and glanced at Jiang Yu, who had been silent all this time, and was shocked to find that the latter's fists were clenched, his veins were bulging, and the dots of crystals around his eyes reflected a dull light. .
"Huh?" At this moment, Jiang Yu suddenly came to his senses and turned around to meet Xiao Han's shocked and suspicious eyes.
The scene fell into silence for a moment.
finally……
Xiao Han slowly said: "Are you the successor of Wanpuppet Sect?"
This is the only answer that feels reliable in Xiao Han's heart, although he doesn't know why the Wanpuppet Sect, which has been extinct in Dou Qi Continent for many years, has descendants left in the world.
But only in this way can we explain why a strong man with strength comparable to the Eight-Star Fighting Saint could lose control of his emotions because of a simple words.
At this point, Jiang Yu also knew that he could no longer hide it, so he nodded helplessly and said: "I am the 235th generation disciple of the Wanpuppet Sect!"
"Your Ten Thousand Puppet Sect still exists?" When his guess came true, Xiao Han felt unbelievable.
And it has been passed down for more than two hundred generations? !
Xiao Han didn't know what to think, and immediately seemed to have discovered something. His sharp eyes shot at Jiang Yu, "In that case, why did you come here until now and invite me to accompany you? Don't tell me about you." The Ten Thousand Puppet Sect has always been a single pass!"
"How do you know?" Jiang Yu immediately silenced Xiao Han with one sentence.
He was dumbfounded and said: "Are you kidding me? Wanpuppet Sect is a single disciple?!"
Jiang Yu could only lament, and then explained that he still needed to express the things that had been buried in his heart for many years!
Under Jiang Yu's explanation, Xiao Han gradually understood. Although he didn't know whether it was true or false, the credibility was quite high.
The original strong men of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect were indeed wiped out. However, some disciples of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect were lucky enough to escape because they were not in the sect.
Even so, the survivors also suffered heavy losses in that catastrophe, and in the end there were only ten people left.
Because the disciples were not strong enough, and the Wanpuppet Sect still had enemies alive at that time, in order to avoid the enemies, many disciples had no choice but to break up into pieces, disperse and leave the sect, and secretly develop and grow in order to regain the sect.
However, how could things be so simple? The talents of the remaining disciples of the Wanpuppet Sect were not very good. In addition, the Wanpuppet Sect had transferred the sect's secrets in advance, and the outside disciples had no idea about it.
This means that they cannot obtain the slightest bit of the legacy of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect. The consequence of having to rely only on themselves is that the surviving disciples of the Wanpuppet Sect are simply unable to establish a powerful sect.
In order to pass on the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, they could only choose to recruit disciples secretly. Although the consequence of this choice was to avoid being hunted by their enemies, it also caused the loss of history to a certain extent.
In the end, a strange tradition was formed, which was passed down by a single line. No one knew when this rule started, but they just did it and passed it on without any danger.
Until hundreds of years ago, an anomaly was born, that is, Jiang Yu. His master passed away unexpectedly not long after the former was promoted to Dou Wang, leaving only what he had learned throughout his life and a list of his disciples from all generations.
However, Jiang Yu still relied on his own talent to absorb all the inheritance left by his teacher, and traveled alone on the mainland.
Perhaps it was the Tianbujue Ten Thousand Puppet Sect. In an accidental adventure, Jiang Yu mistakenly entered a secret realm of puppet masters.
In the process of accepting the assessment in the secret realm, Jiang Yu gradually discovered the similarities between many puppets and what he had learned, and therefore became suspicious.
It was not until the end that he realized that this so-called Ten Thousand Puppet Sect was probably his ancestral sect.
After obtaining the inheritance of the saint, Jiang Yu also learned some information about the secrets of the Wanpuppet Sect.
And this time became Jiang Yu's biggest opportunity to change his destiny. With the secret realm income and outstanding qualifications, he successfully carved his own path in the puppet world, and it took only a few hundred years to reach this level.
It was also many years ago that he began to look for strong people who were qualified to go to the secret treasure of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect with him.
In the end, Xiao Han, a legendary powerhouse from Zhongzhou with good temperament and sufficient strength, was selected.
There was even a special arrangement for this. In fact, if Xiao Han had not taken the picture of the inheritance, Jiang Yu would have taken it himself. But fortunately, things developed according to plan.
After Xiao Han heard Jiang Yu's experience, something strange arose in his heart. Why did this look familiar!
But everything is not important now. Xiao Han said: "I don't care about your affairs, as long as you give me what you promised me in advance."
"No problem!" Jiang Yu agreed readily.
The two of them unanimously gave up the idea of cheating. Without him, Jiang Yu didn't know how strong Xiao Han was, and Xiao Han didn't know what kind of strength Jiang Yu, the descendant of the Wanpuppet Sect, could exert in the Wanpuppet Sect's secret treasure.
The two of them are not absolutely sure to kill each other, so in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, it is best to distribute according to the conditions agreed in advance!
Then, the two of them walked into the vortex suspended in mid-air in anticipation.
A quarter of an hour later...
"Are you kidding!" Xiao Han and Jiang Yu's collapsed voices came out.
